dear stranger
i wonder now of something
entirely blaming my current troubles on the idealistic idea of soulmates
do you believe?
believe in love written in the stars?
believe that it's only your smile that can mend my broken heart
and that it's only my weight that can keep you from away from the burning sun?
i hope not
i haven't written you in a while and there was an important reason for that
truth is today
i don't think i'll get too far
i hope there isn't only one perfect match
and if tonight when the shadows crawl from beneath your bed
you clentch your heart
and feel your limbs being ripped apart
know that i'm sorry
for not meeting you
for not fighting
for not being a warrior
but honey, i'm not a fighter
i'm a writer
and dear, the pen is mightier than the sword
it knows no limitation
so i know if i don't wake up tomorrow
my words will remain in your heart.
if I however face the world again tomorrow
promise me, you mad artist, that you'll paint me a smile
even if it's crooked
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letters to the mad
شِعر"Sorry to my unknown lover, sorry that I can't believe that anybody ever truly starts to fall in love with me." in which I'm a hopeless romantic and you're a a hopeful madman Cover made by @-MarthaK
